Upon hearing the screams in the room, Barto rushed over and pushed open the door. Warren's head hit the edge of the door he had pushed open, causing it to shatter. His Holiness the Templar rolled his eyes and fainted.
What happened? "Barto widened his eyes." Oh, my goodness, it seems like the Warren Knight
Helen tightened her clothes and got off the bed, her expression having returned to calm: 'It's nothing, Barto, please help lift him out.'
Barto had a vague understanding of what had happened. Without saying a word, he grabbed Warren's legs and walked away. When he reached the staircase, he threw him down and kicked Warren, causing him to roll down. Barto clapped his hands and strode back to Helen's room. He saw Helen standing with her back to him at the window, her beautiful figure bathed in the dim moonlight, and her long golden hair disheveled like silk by the night breeze.
Princess... "This is the second time Barto has addressed Helen in this way since knowing her true identity.
Helen turned around with tears streaming down her face and choked up, "Barto, Jedi is dead, my Jedi is dead
She threw herself into Barto's arms, unable to restrain her sadness and burst into tears.
Shorty Barto is now like a strong willed older brother, standing steadily there, holding Helen's shoulder and whispering, "I know, Helen, everyone will die. Don't cry, Jedi is watching us in heaven, he doesn't want us to cry
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes.
On the roof, Jedi also shed tears.
Young master! Young master Warren! "The soldiers shook Warren awake, they shook very gently because their arms were full of silver coins, and their movements were too intense to make a clanging sound.
Warren covered his head and sat up, with a big bag on his head that hurt deeply with a gentle touch. Although he possesses exquisite fighting skills, he is still an ordinary flesh and blood body when he doesn't use them. How can he withstand such a blow?
Young master, did that arrogant little dwarf do it? Let's go up and teach him a lesson! "The soldiers eagerly expressed their loyalty, thinking to themselves that this wealthy slut with nowhere to spend might even make a profit by beating him up.
Little dwarf? "Warren was puzzled. He was knocked over by Helen and fainted when he hit the door, without even seeing Barto enter.
He gritted his teeth and said, 'Help me up!'
Warren struggled to stand up and let the soldiers support him as he walked out. He climbed onto his horse's back and turned to look at the sign of Jedi Goldsmith's shop, with a hint of resentment in his eyes: 'If you don't drink a toast, Angelina Jolie, just wait. You'll know what happens if you provoke me, Warren von Hull!'!
No matter if it will disrupt my father's plan, no matter how much force is needed, Jedi Goldsmith's shop will definitely go bankrupt, and you! Will you be raised like a dog by me? Do you love Jedi? I will lead you to his grave, let you lie on his tombstone and moan, wait, shameless bitch
Warren walked away in great anger, planning various sinister means of revenge along the way. By the time he reached the general's mansion, the surroundings were already very desolate. In order to facilitate the mobilization and command of troops nearby, the General's Office is located in the western suburbs near the city walls, which also facilitates the entry and exit of generals for reporting. If there are officers and soldiers entering and leaving the city all day long, it will have an impact on the prosperity and stability of Batiste.
That's why this place becomes extremely desolate at night, without even streetlights. But now, from a distance, two bright lanterns can be seen parked on the road. In recent days, people have been stabbed continuously, and the soldiers have become extremely alert. They immediately slowed down and raised their weapons.
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苍狼之灵
Hombres LoboOn the fantastical continent of Azeroth, the legend of the Wolf God quietly awakens. Young Jedi, carrying the bloodline of the Wolf God, stepped step by step from the humble son of a slave onto the path of strength. He carried the courage of the wol...
